Colonel Jackson
Mark Rossiter

A misty dawn, up on that hill... Silent waiting, our bodies still
Fiercely eager, a voice will tell... Waste no powder, finish well
And the shots rang out, there was no doubt
On the bloody plain, we got our way

In their eyes, signs of fear... Spirit weakening, the end was near
When the mist had lifted, in the eastern sun... A fateful battle, we had won.
And the thunder rolled, A heavy fog
And in the rising sun, we had won

No one knew, that weeks before... Peace was dealt, there was no war
People cheered, they called my name... They need not know, I am ashamed.
And the thunder rolled, A lightning bolt
On the bloody plain, men were slain

I washed my hands in the muddy water